[Video; it's sort of dark, and Swing's sat under a tarpaulin to hold off the rain. He's just sat on the steps to his cabin, and he gives the camera a look before deciding that yes, it's safe to speak. It's after curfew, come kick his ass if you like ( Read more... )

[A young Swing, who's actually fifteen, but looks about eleven, is wandering around camp, a little lost. He'd signed up for archery, but had no idea where he was supposed to be going. This is what happens when he sleeps in. He's wearing a flannel shirt and hasn't realised the buttons aren't done up evenly, and he's lost Edward, who's the only ( Read more... )

[Swing was possibly the only person not really enjoying this. Somehow, this didn't surprise him. But, he was determined to make a stab of it, so he'd ended up in the bar poking at a drink, as that seemed to be a solution everyone was going on, and studying the map he'd found of the city he, presumably, was from ( Read more... )

Um. This isn't good. Um. Er.

I'm missing lessons. I can't believe I'm missing lessons. I really needed to go to Quirmian, I'm no good at Quirmian, and oh there was an oral test today - probably a good thing, I never do well. I mean, it's hardly my fault I don't sound fluent. And I wish the others wouldn't point this out by saying I don't even ( Read more... )